Texty: Peter Bjorn and John. The Chills.

Your tongue is sharp
But I miss the taste of it
You said time heals
There's not enough of it

The lessons are too cruel to keep
To lock the door, to hide the key
To hear you cast a spell sweet
To still have hours left to sleep

Your fear is crowdin'
And there is still
No place for someone
Like me to fill

Don't know about luck
But I know the lack of it
Don't know about luck
But I'm losing track of it

The lessons are too cruel to keep
To lock the door, to go to sleep
I know that time until it kills
You're giving me the chills

Your fear is crowdin'
And there is still
No place for someone
Like me to fill

The lessons are too cruel to keep
To lock the door, to hide the key
(Your fear is crowdin'
(And there is still)
To hear you cast a spell so sweet
And still have hours left to sleep
(No place for someone)
(Like me to fill)

The lessons are too cruel to keep
To lock the door to go to sleep
(You're giving me the chills)
I know that time until it kills
You're giving me the chills
(You're giving me the chills)

You're giving me the chills
(You're giving me the chills)
You're giving me the chills